Feds Takin' Pictures Lyrics - Dj Drama

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] 

FEDS takin' pictures of me 

Niggas still snitchin' on me 

Nine hundred for the sip 

What'chu think I'm smokin' homie? 

Oh what'chu think I'm jokin' homie? 

Blue rims, yeah the coupe's Crip walk 

Certified platinum think I'd rather make hits? 

Between me and you yeah I'd rather flip bricks 

So tell me what's wrong with glass pots and a scale 

Pose fo' them bitches like the Double XL 

[Verse 2 - Wille the Kid] 

Homie we ball till we fall 

Magic City to the law 

Try'na stay out of reach of the long arm of the law 

I'm calm like snowfall through preliminary hearings 

They indictin' niggas for bootleggin' and raqatering 

Proli' got me on the camera while I'm coppin' out the car lot 

I'm comin' out the banks, big cribs with the cardbox 

It's Willie 

My future bright like a highlighter 

They takin' pictures 'cause I'm fly like a skydiver 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Jim Jones] 

You ain't seen money 

Until you seen me 

Two hundred twenty for Bentley GTC 

And the money ain't a thing like J. Dupri 

When you ballin' 'round the country like the major league 

So peace up, A-Town down 

Tear ya streets up with them AK rounds 

Now what'chu know about that? 

I know all about that 

Three birds, three nights can make a hundred thousand stacks 

And man they got it on camera 

The FEDS been watchin' since your boy touched Atlanta 

[Verse 4 - Rick Ross] 

I'm the biggest mobster to ever hit the pop charts 

I'm a easy target they know a nigga rock hard 

Get a clean check cut slip it in my account 

Write a money China white a lil' girl to wipe 'em out 

I ain't wit' the rappin' boy, I'm puttin' in the work 

Hit his ass wit' the the rapid, lay his ass in a church 

Get some information for you informants I got the yay 

And I'm sellin' it cheaper than yesterday so what'chu say? 

Boss 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 5 - Young Buck] 

They snappin' while we trappin', try'na find out what happened 

They wanna lock me up before my album go platinum 

I took my cellphone and threw it, my bank account I blew it 

Gotta cut my conversations, I don't wanna do it 

But who's that peepin' in my window? 

It ain't no love, they tattle tellin' on they kinfolk 

So if you ever been broke, yep, and turned a penny to a twenty 

Let me hear ya holla if you want me come get me 

[Verse 6 - T.I.] 

Whether you know me as T.I. or you call me T.I.P. 

I know the FBB and FBI they talk about the G.I.B 

And you know when I be high, when I'm in the V.I.P 

I'm sure they see me as I fly through the city in that brand new G.I.V. 

Young, rich, and famous wit' a pistol you can call me Cheeali 

But I'm the greatest in Atlanta, they be callin' me Ali 

[Outro - DJ Drama] 

I told y'all, I can't be stopped, smile for the camera 

DJ Drama, AMG, Embassy 

[Chorus]